"Mr. Chen!"
Seeing Chen Fan actually reaching for the money, several men beside Da Xiong quickly called out.
"Brother Xiong, persuade Mr. Chen, we can't take this money!" The man who had just acted looked at Da Xiong.
Da Xiong frowned slightly and looked at the man beside him: "Brother Fan does things with his own purpose, don't you talk too much!"
Because he believed that Chen Fan would not compromise for this mere five million.
"This!" The few people were all surprised, but since Da Xiong had said so, they could only reluctantly shut their mouths.
Chen Fan picked up the check worth five million on the sofa.
"Five million, not a cent less, you can cash it directly at the bank." Seeing Chen Fan pick up the money, Han Haoran's face showed a cunning smile.
As long as Chen Fan and his group left, he would call the Han family and his godfather, and he would let Chen Fan know that his money was not so easy to take.
At this moment, all eyes were on Chen Fan.
Chen Fan, without any hesitation, directly put the check into his pocket.
Seeing this, Han Haoran's smile grew even thicker, and he looked at Chen Fan with a mocking expression: "Since you've taken the money, you can leave now, right?"
Apart from Da Xiong, the men who had broken in all showed disappointed expressions.
"Did I say I would leave after getting the money?" Chen Fan retorted.
Han Haoran's expression stiffened, and he asked coldly, "What do you mean? You said you wanted five million in compensation just now, and you agreed. Do you intend to go back on your word?"
Everyone looked at Chen Fan again, not knowing what he was up to.
"Slap!"
Chen Fan said nothing more, and with a raise of his hand, he slapped Han Haoran across the face.
Not only Han Haoran was stunned, but the men standing around were also taken aback.
"Kid, you actually went back on your word!" Han Haoran, having recovered, pointed at Chen Fan and roared. In all these years, no one had ever dared to slap him, Han Haoran, in public!
"Slap!"
As soon as Han Haoran finished speaking, Chen Fan slapped him on the other side of his face again.
With two consecutive slaps, Han Haoran was completely dazed, his vision blurred, and he could barely stand.
"Bang!"
Chen Fan kicked him again, directly in the chest.
Han Haoran's body immediately flew backward, hitting the wall behind him.
"Crack crack crack!"
Several cracking sounds echoed in the presidential suite. Han Haoran's chest caved in, and it was clear that several of his ribs had been broken by Chen Fan's kick!
For a moment, apart from Han Haoran's screams, the scene was silent, and everyone stared at the scene in a daze.
"Pfft!" Han Haoran spat out a mouthful of blood, his face pale and his body weak.
"This kick is to repay Xiao Hu for his broken ribs." Chen Fan said coldly.
Then, Chen Fan walked towards Han Haoran again.
Seeing Chen Fan's approaching footsteps, Han Haoran was terrified. He could no longer speak any arrogant words, and his heart was filled with endless fear.
"Crack!"
Chen Fan stepped on Han Haoran's right knee again.
"Ah!" Han Haoran let out another scream.
"This kick is to repay Xiao Hu for his right knee." Chen Fan's voice sounded again.
Then he kicked Han Haoran's left arm.
"Crack!"
"Ah!"
"This kick is to repay Xiao Hu for his broken left arm."
"Kid, I'll kill you, I'll kill you!" Han Haoran, tears streaming down his face, veins bulging, roared at Shen Chen in anger.
Just then, Chen Fan took out the check he had just received from Han Haoran, and let go. The check slowly fell onto Han Haoran.
Han Haoran, who was about to faint from the pain, still glared at Chen Fan angrily.
"This is five million. According to you, as long as this money is compensated, the matter will be settled. Now, we are even."
Hearing Chen Fan's words, Han Haoran was almost driven mad, trembling with anger.
This was not even, this was his money! Now Han Haoran wished he could tear Chen Fan into pieces on the spot!
But his hands and feet were now crippled, his ribs were broken, and he didn't even have the strength to stand up.
Seeing Han Haoran's defiant look, Chen Fan sneered, "What? Not enough? Five million, I can afford it. How about another five million?"
Han Haoran's eyes almost bulged out. Another five million would probably kill him.
"No, no, no, I don't think it's little, I don't think it's little." Han Haoran hastily shook his head.
"Since you don't think it's little, Da Xiong, take a video for him, lest he deny it after taking the money." Chen Fan glanced at Da Xiong and instructed.
Da Xiong finally snapped out of his shock and quickly nodded: "Yes, Brother Fan!"
Saying that, Da Xiong took out his phone and aimed the camera at Han Haoran.
What choice did Han Haoran have now? He could only choose to compromise, admit on camera that he had taken five million from Chen Fan, and would never trouble Chen Fan and his group again.
As for the other men, they were all dumbfounded. They never expected that Chen Fan's acceptance of the compensation was for this purpose.
Being able to avenge their Brother Hu, they all had excited expressions on their faces.
"Let's go." Chen Fan glanced at Da Xiong and the others and walked towards the door of the room.
Da Xiong nodded and then led his men to follow Chen Fan.
In the room, after a moment, only Han Haoran and a few others were left.
The intense pain almost made Han Haoran faint, and the middle-aged man lying beside him quickly dialed the emergency number.
After leaving the presidential suite, Da Xiong and the others followed behind Chen Fan.
Chen Fan stopped and looked back at Da Xiong: "You guys go back first. I'll go directly to the hospital later. If there's anything with Xiao Hu, contact me directly."
Da Xiong nodded: "Yes, Brother Fan!"
Chen Fan said nothing more, turned around, and left the Marriott Hotel first.
"Brother Xiong, I didn't expect Mr. Chen to be so decisive."
"But that Han Haoran is the godson of Ghost Hand. If he finds out about this, he will definitely not let Mr. Chen go."
Seeing Chen Fan leave, the men following Da Xiong said with some worry.
"During this time, arrange some people to protect the safety of Brother Fan's close ones." Da Xiong frowned slightly and instructed.
"Yes, Brother Xiong!"
Da Xiong then showed a cold look in his eyes: "Also, if any of you dare to question Brother Fan again, don't blame me for being rude! Is Brother Fan someone you can question?!"
The dozen or so men were all chilled and quickly nodded: "Brother Xiong, we won't, we dare not!"
Da Xiong ignored them and walked straight out of the hotel.
The next morning.
At the Red Leaf Bar, a man with a black spot on his hand was sleeping comfortably, with a bruised and battered beauty in his arms.
However, the beauty in his arms was trembling, her eyes filled with terror, and she nestled in the man's arms, not daring to move.
As the man was sleeping soundly, his phone suddenly rang.
The man squinted and impatiently answered the phone: "Hello, who is it!"
The next second, the man suddenly sat up: "What did you say? Haoran had an accident in Jiangcheng?! His hands and feet were crippled, and several ribs were broken?!"